somedays it’s nice
just to sit
relax
unwind
free one’s mind
of thoughts which
drag us down.
feet propped up
on an ottoman
eyes closed
music playing
idyllic
rye ‘n’ coke
and a bag of chips
guilty pleasures
lend a helping hand
to bring us
up
a temporary utopia
is what I need
crave
desire
in the absence
of sadness
sorrow
disappointment
I find
peace.
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